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Did you ever wonder, "what the hell did he just say?".

Well, wonder no more because here are lyrics for some of the songs written by Tom Stahl. All these songs are copyrighted and can be found on various CDs that are also available for purchase on the website. If you would like to hear what these songs sound like or see what CD they are on, simply click on the "Music" menu located on the top and bottom of  this page.  Enjoy the reading!!

 

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ALL YOU NEED

 

You remind me of me when I minded like you, but I donít seem to mind anymore, I was blinded itís true by things shiny and new, but things shiny and new get old and worn, Iíve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find

Iíve sought fortune and fame, got caught up in that game, itís insane how some people keep score, Ďcause with all you attain, there comes heartache and pain and Iíve found having gained less is more, Iíve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find

Refrain

All you need in this world is love sweet love, how can people be so blind, all I need in this world I have right here and itís been here all the time

Iíve been taught wrong from right and Iíve fought the good fight, still thereís times I thought Iíd lost the war, well itís clichť and trite, but Iíve seen the light and I now know whatís worth fighting for, Iíve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find

Refrain

All you need in this world is love sweet love, how can people be so blind, all I need in this world I have right here and itís been here all the time

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2000 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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ARE THERE ANGELS

 

Are there angels, have they wings, who would dare believe such things in a world where faith is rarely blind, angels can be hard to find, but donít despair, angels are near.

Up in heaven angels fly, no one here knows how or why, but if you look closely, all around, there are angels to be found, but come what may, angels canít stay,

Refrain

Angels donít belong down here on earth, they're gone before you know it and when theyíre gone it hurts, so treasure every moment from the moment of their birth Ďcause you know angels donít belong down here on earth.

Where theyíre angels, there is hope, so when you feel you just canít cope and the world around turns cold and gray and your angelís far away, well donít you cry, angels donít die.

Refrain

Angels donít belong down here on earth, they're gone before you know it and when theyíre gone it hurts, so treasure every moment from the moment of their birth Ďcause you know angels donít belong down here on earth

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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ARE WE MOVING

 

Are we moving, canít you see, of course weíre moving, well thatís the best orange in the whole group of apples, and thereís a sale on all grapes, and the man at the fruit stand is wearing a suit for Christís sake.

Are we moving, canít you see, of course weíre moving,

Well thatís the best novel I never will read, itís been written in Braille, and the girl at the book store is learning to cook with a pail.

 Refrain

All aboard the good ship mediocrity, setting sail for the land of monotony, everything thereís as good as not better can be, could it be.

 Are we moving, canít you see, of course weíre moving,

 Theyíre building a bridge it goes Ďround in a circle and it never hits land, and the man in the toll booth is rolling his coins with one hand.

Refrain

Everything here is so extraordinary, like thatís just what we need is more ordinary, everything hereís as good as not better can be, could it be.

Are we moving, canít you see, of course weíre moving,

The man with the paint brush spilled paint on his pants, now they hang in a hall and the artist sits still like a statue encased in a wall.

Refrain

All aboard the good ship mediocrity, setting sail for the land of monotony, everything hereís as good as not better can be.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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BANG BANG

 

Here's your gun. Where's your daddy. Don't you think it's kinda sad he never stuck around to see the kind of man that you've become. You got one hand on a rattle and you other hand's upon a gun. Go to school, bring your ammo. If there's not enough to go around they'll send you home until you've got enough for every gun. You're a big man in the saddle but without a horse you're still no one. Well bang, bang, shootíem up somebody's dies, everybody look around and ask yourselves why. Momma did the best she could to raise her young son but without a father figure he's just another son of a gun. Little boy, where's you teachers? Is it really up to them to try and reach you once you pass through their gate? That don't equate. If you don't get it at home then by the time they getcha it's too late. Well bang, bang, shoot em up, somebody dies, everybody look around and ask yourselves why. Momma did the best she could to raise her young son, but without a father, I figure he's just another son of a gun, son of a gun. here's your gun. Where's your daddy? Don't it make you kinda mad he never stuck around to see the kinda man that you've become. You look real big in the saddle, but without a horse you're still a no one.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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BANKS OF DA NILE

 

Well Iíve been baptized in the river of doubt, by the banks of denial lies my faith, and Iíve been chastised by some givers of shout, allayaluya, amen man youíre saved, well I played that game before, you wonít sway me no more.

Iíve seen the fear in peopleís eyes instilled by you under the guise of some divine deity, and now Iíve come to realize itís really you that I despise with your self-served sanity, I prayed your game before, you wonít sway me no more.

Refrain

Tell me what in the name of my God are you doing, and who in this world is it for, will the sins of the son be the fatherís undoing, will this only even the score, Iím unsure, so it goes, and whatís more, you donít know.

Well Iíve been baptized in the river of doubt, by the banks of denial lies my faith, and Iíve been chastised by some givers of shout, allayaluya, amen man youíre saved, well I played that game before, you wonít sway me no more

Refrain

Tell me what in the name of my God are you doing, and who in this world is it for, will the sins of the son be the fatherís undoing, will this only even the score, Iím unsure, so it goes, and whatís more, you donít know.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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BARBARA ANN

 

 Iíd seen your picture on my Grandmaís wall,

It brought back memories that I thought were long since gone

But I remember you Barbara Ann

You were the apple of your Daddyís eyes

Your Mommaís favorite, that would not be denied,

When I think back I cry

 A natural beauty with an angelís smile,

You lived your life with such a regal grace and style,

Suffering all the while

My Momma told us if we all would pray,

That youíd get better and youíd come back home to stay,

Oh, how we prayed for you Barbara Ann

 

REFRAIN

 

Everyone pray for Barbara Ann,

Somebody say that sheíll get better,

Everyone pray, oh please Lord protect her,

Donít you let her

 You just got sicker with each passing day,

It didnít matter, how long, how hard we prayed,

Helpless we watched as you slipped away

My Momma told us that we still should pray,

The Lord to bless you and to take away your pain,

Oh how we prayed for you Barbara Ann

 

 REFRAIN

 

Everyone pray for Barbara Ann,

Everyone pray the Lord to take her,

Everyone pray, oh please donít forsake her,

Just take her

 

 Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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CALIFORNIA

 

It seems like only yesterday, I wasted time, wasted away, I hit the west coast two months out of school. Well life was soft and we drank hard, weíd crawl down Hollywood Boulevard, Saturday meant Stoliís by the pool.  All that sunshine on the brain, enough to drive a boy insane, easy to lose sight of why you came.

A mohawked girl with train-track arms, she squawked how life on daddyís farm was not the life that she was meant to live, a grand deluded whacked out scheme, she found the town of broken dreams had taken all that she had had to give.  All that sunshine on the brain, not enough to dull the pain and some they never get back home again.

Refrain

California here I come, right back where I started dumb, Iím not much smarter than the day I left.  Iím going back to California, dressed in black, Iím going to mourn the fact I never lived in California when I did.

Far away and long ago, I shuffled off from Buffalo, a fearless deed for such a fearful lad.   Now yesteryearís like yesterday, I rue the time I threw away and love the time I thought I never had.  All that sunshine on the brain, paradise was lost in vain, still I knew Iíd get back there again.

Refrain

California here I come, right back where I started dumb, Iím not much smarter than the day I left.  I going back to California, dressed in black, Iím going to mourn the fact I never lived in California when I did

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2003 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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CLAIREíS WEDDING

 

Well you made it through your umpteenth shower and he has survived his blast.  Which brings us to your wedding hour, the time it went by so fast.  Well Iím sure youíve been lectured on what marriage means and you donít need to hear more advice, but allow me this moment to share with you now just a few more words to the wise.

Refrain

When you say I do, you must, when you think you canít you trust in each other and hold on tight, youíll turn mountains to mole hills and chase away cold chills and a new dawn will follow each night.

When the mass it has ended weíll party in peace and weíll all raise a glass to you two and weíll wish you Godspeed with your new unity and weíll hope that your troubles are few.  Well your sweet honeymoon it may set in the west and it might seem it wonít rise too soon, just remember this day and the vows that you made and your love will take care of the rest.

Refrain

When you say I do, you must, when you think you canít you trust in each other and hold on tight , youíll turn mountains to mole hills and take away cold chills and a new dawn will follow each night and every thing will turn out right.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing 

 

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COULD IT BE

 

Today Iíll be a sad man, itís sad I choose to be, I now know things I knew before I knew they had to be, itís sad to think I chose it, itís sad I chose to be, I could be so happy if Iíd happen to be

Today Iíll be a blind man, itís blind I choose to be, I now see things just yesterday I saw as prophecy, I donít see why I chose it, itís blind I chose to be, some day I may see things I predestine to see

Refrain

Could it be so if you will it to be, wouldnít you know if you could, should a fool go where others will flee, you could be what you choose if youíd just choose to be

Today Iíll be a rich man, itís rich I choose to be, I now have all I used to own when all I owned was free, itís rich to think I chose it, itís rich I chose to be, you may think poor of me, I may beg to agree

Refrain

Could it be so if you will it to be, wouldnít you know if you could, should a fool go where others will flee, you could be what you choose if youíd just choose to be

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2002 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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DADíS SONG

 

Never be nobodyís fool, and always follow the golden rule, things they just donít teach in school are things I learned from you.

At dinner time, donít you be late and always eat whatĎs on your plate, thereís always some less fortunate thatíd love to fill your shoes

Why must I be in by eight, the other kids they stay out late, oh my how youíd pontificate, today it makes me laugh

Back then I couldnít understand, and often we seemed less than friends, time it seems to make amends, today I walk your path

Refrain

Men do what men must do and boys donít understand, Ďtil the one day when that little boy has grown into a man, every time I pass a mirror Iím so surprised to see, half the man I used to fear is looking back at me

I know now what you did and I know now why you did it, Iím sure you had some dreams though youíd never admit it, well stoicís a word that comes to mind, heroic is not to far behind, your sacrifice, the selfless kind just makes me shake my head

Refrain

Men do what men must do and boys donít understand, Ďtil the one day when that little boy has grown into a man, every time I pass a mirror I pray to God I see, half the man I used to fear is looking back at me

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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DRINKING SONG

[WORDS TO LIVE BY COURTESY OF TOM STAHL AND THE DANGERFIELDS]

 

Sister Mary Margaret Claire was working in her underwear with no one there to really care at all. Standing in the vestibule where father kept his gardening tools she grabbed a rake anticipating fall. Brother Henry Michael Nick while tending to the very sick saw Sister Mary Margaret Claire and called. If your garden isn't Eden then you better get a weedin' or you needn't be a gardenin' at all.

Sister Judy Carol Moe was really moving very slow and couldn't get the garden hoe to work. Having stayed out very late she fell into a sorry state and soon thought Mary Margaret Claire a jerk. Brother Henry Michael Nick who rarely ever gave a lick saw Sister Judy Carol Moe and grinned. If you wanna get to heaven, better be in bed by seven 'cause eleven's when the devilin' begins.

You can't be playing all day, drinking all night, thinking that a kingdom comes, Get to church on Sunday, pray again on Monday, gotta get the Lord's work done, Do as I have told you, not as I have shown you and you'll get the good fight won, If your life is really righteous then your destination might just be in heaven next to me and number one.

Sister Judy Carol Moe was well versed in the tales of woe and fell into the throes of one again, bending down to genuflect she soon began to circumspect on all that Henry Michael Nick had said. Pondering his good advice she started thinking once or twice and Sister Judy Carol Moe turned red. If I'm gonna be rejected up in heaven as expected, then I'm gonna have a good time 'til I'm dead.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2001 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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DUMB AMERICAN

 

 My country needs to be always protecting me, 'cause I'm too dumb

Trying to get some fast food standing in line,

it's my right to eat it if I'm so inclined, didn't see it coming,

it caught me by surprise, the girl behind the counter

made me super size, there ought to be a law

Standing in a bar now it ain't no joke, someone standing next to me

lit up a smoke, didn't see it coming, it caught me by surprise, someone

starting singing smoke gets in your eyes, there ought to be a law

I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attack,

the French are coming at me with a fries and Big Mac,

someone south of Sarasota's selling me cocaine,

Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain

I've a pretty happy friend you might call gay, got an invitation

to his wedding day, came without a warning, not a wink or a nod,

introduced his bride to be his name was Tod, there ought to be a law

Got my education in a public school, learned some readin' writin'

so's I ain't no fool, come without a warning, not a wink or a nod,

someone pledged allegiance right there under God.

there ought to be a law

I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attack,

someone's hiding weapons on me somewhere in Iraq,

everyone around the world looks on me with disdain,

Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain

I'm a sharp shooter when I set my sights, don't you be infringing

on my Bill of Rights, didn't see it coming, I lost it in the sun,

another loony liberal tried to take my gun, there ought to be a law

I'd a picked a president but I hate polls, someone lost the voting booth's

remote control, didn't see it coming, i lost it in the sun,

I had to go to college just to see who won, there ought to be a law

I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attach,

the French are coming at me with a fries and Big Mac,

someone south of Sarasota's selling me cocaine,

Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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EGGMAN

 

Daily the eggman he sits on the wall and he doesnít know which way to turn, those on the ground know that one day heíll fall but the eggman has nothing to learn, the truth is the eggman knows just what to do, he sits on the wall to enlighten the few

No one knows how or when it came to be they assume that it always has been, some know the wall by the shadow it leaves, but they donít know what lies deep within, the eggman of course is content with his view, he knows what he sees is whatís frightening you

Refrain

Now what have they done to the eggman, who knocked the egg off that wall, who pulled him down threw the dregs man, history has shown that death will come to those who try to shine a light on a wall, he tried to shine a light on you all

After his fall from the grace of the wall, the egg dreams of what might have been, and those with the gall, they act oh so appalled believing it could be again, and all the kingís horses and all the kingís men, they wept as they swept up the shell of the man

Refrain

Now what have they done to the eggman, who knocked the egg off that wall, who pulled him down threw the dregs man, history has shown that death will come to those who try to shine a light on a wall, he tried to shine a light on you

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2002 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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EXCUSES EXCUSES

 

Iím gonna be a sailing man and sail the seven seas, I have no fear of failing man Iím Captain Destiny, Iím gonna find the salesman who sold this dream to me, Iím gonna be a sailing man and sail the seven seas.

Iím not a sailor, Iím not that bold, waves are too high, the waterís too cold, I donít like sailing, truth can be told, I ainít no sailing man.  No.

Iím gonna be an astronaut, Iím gonna fly in space, the die has just been cast and I have got to take my place, I may not be the first or last to have a fall from grace, Iím gonna be an astronaut, Iím gonna fly in space.  Iím not a spaceman, I donít like heights, ten story buildings give me a fright, if I go flying, Iíll take a kite, I ainít no rocket man.  No.

Refrain

Excuses, excuses, theyíre all that youíve got, they help you explain why you are who youíre not, excuses, excuses, theyíre all that you need, youíll have to excuse me if I fail to be.

Iím gonna be a superman, Iím gonna bend some steel then all the other stupid men will come to and kneel, Iím gonna see right through them Iím gonna see whoís real, Iím gonna be a superman, Iíll be the man of steel.  I canít be super, Iím not that smart, kryptonite isnít good for the heart, if I wear tights Iíll look like a tart, I ainít no super man, No.

Refrain

Excuses, excuses, theyíre all that youíve got, they help you explain why you are who youíre not, excuses, excuses, theyíre all that you need, youíll have to excuse me if I fail to be.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2001 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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FALLING OR FLYING

 

 Every time I think Iíve hit rock bottom, got my feet stuck firm in cement, then I realize itís just another snag

 slowing down my constant decent, well Iím reaching and grabbing and clawing for something just trying to keep my head above ground, Iíve slipped, tripped, flipped over so many times I donít know what is up or whatís down.

Refrain

Well Iím falling, Iím flying, arms flailing everywhere, Iím falling, Iím flying, I got both wings tied to a prayer, Iím calling and crying but no one can seem to hear.  Well it could be Iím falling or flying but I canít tell from here.

Now and then I get these real bright ideas, I got light bulbs going off in my head, then I realize itís just a flash of lightening and it came close to striking me dead, well Iím blinded and shaken and startled, I canít think, each thought in my head is unclear, well it could be this weather, Iím light as a feather, I think that Iím walking on air.

Refrain

Well Iím falling, Iím flying, arms flailing everywhere, Iím falling, Iím flying, I got both wings tied to a prayer, Iím calling and crying but no one can seem to hear.  Well it could be Iím falling or flying but I canít tell from here

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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FAT GUYS ON RADIO

 

I just got a new job, working for some big slob, all I gotta do is keep his plate full, my mind on E, Donít ask any questions, offer no suggestions, all I gotta do is keep my eyes closed and say I see

Refrain

Iím not one to rush to judge, but Iíve heard the word now I wonít budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio

He is such a ladies man, doing all he can, making sure heís got a lady every where a broad should be, he is not a homophobe, mapping out some flat globe, every road upon it goes as far right as right can be

Refrain

Iím not one to rush to judge, but Iíve heard the word now I wonít budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio

Call me Mr. Dittohead, what I think is what he said, everything he says is true and I believe it why donít you

Refrain

Iím not one to rush to judge, but Iíve heard the word now I wonít budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, AM radio, AM radio, AM radio

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1996 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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FAULT LINES

 

 You could say

that Jesus wore his hair too long

and sometimes when a preaching,

he'd drone on and on and once

he served chianti when the entree

was a seafood dish Well, Buddha

loved his gouda but be ate too much,

yeah Buddha used his food just like a cripple's crutch,

well ain't it kinda frightenin' that the one

who's so enlightened weighed so much

If you're looking for salt in a salt mine,

don't be surprised to find salt,

if you're looking for faults,

you'll find fault lines, now why do you

seem so appalled, everybody has 'em if you look

inside the chasm's of their lives. Well, Ghandi was a dandy,

but his sheets weren't pressed, I doubt he knew his

dhoti was a dowdy mess and still he'd sit there grinnin' wrapped

with yesterday's soiled linens on his back. Oh Mama Teresa

was a piece of work, but just like any other broad

she had some quirks, the sisters in Calcutta used

to call her Mother Nutter, that's a fact. If you're looking

for salt in a salt mine, don't be surprised to find salt.

if you're looking for faults, you'll find fault lines,

now why do you seem so appalled, everybody has 'em

if you look inside the chasm's of their lives

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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FROM

 

Jesus Christ those communists when will they understand, this country hereís been founded on the screwing of your fellow man, itís one for all and oneís for getting all you can, Ďcause keeps the game theyíre playing and theyíre playing it to win

Youíre so far right youíre wrong and still you have a plan, but those ivory towers are crumbling, see theyíre built upon the quickest sand, Iíve seen the enemy and I cannot pretend, thereís a cancer thatís growing and itís growing from within

Refrain

I believe in one man quite divisible, living in a world thatís made by some God whoís invisible, oh save me, wonít you save me, somebody save me from, from, from

Jesus Christ you socialist, itís out of your command, youíre seated at the right side but youíre sitting on Godís hands, Iíve seen the enemy and Iím frightened Aunty Em, I used to have an answer but itís blowing in the wind

Refrain

I believe in one man quite divisible, living in a world thatís made by some God whoís invisible, oh save me, wonít you save me, somebody save me from, from, from

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1996 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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GONE

 

Young boy singing in the front of a mirror,

a hair brush for a mic in his hand,

someone says hey boy you better beware,

there's no place in this world for pretend,

stop wasting your time, get on with your life

Young man looking in a carnival mirror,

it's wonderland on the other side,

just then someone says to conquer your fear,

you have forever, now you decide,

he's biding his time, 'til one day he finds

The moment is gone, the moment is gone,

it's not coming back this life, I know It's not right,

but time slips away like a thief in the night and it's gone

Old men learn to look away from the mirror,

afraid of what they're likely to see,

but life's not merely made of moments gone by

there are moments that are still left to be,

stop wasting your time, or one day you'll find

The moment is gone, the moment is gone,

it's not coming back this life, I know it's not fight,

but time slips away like a thief in the night and it's gone

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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GOO GOO GA GA

 

Thatís a pretty sweater, is it made of velour, I think Laura Petri used to wear one on the Dick Van Dyke Show, heard you got a new car, bet youíre going to go far, I can see you cruising down the highway on your daddyís bank roll

Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, youíre just so, so what like nobody said, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes

Refrain

GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy now

I just read the paper, heard your latest caperís going to make you bigger that the biggest thing to blow through this town, What a witty rapier, for a bottom scraper, ainít it kinda funny making money never making a sound

Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, youíre just so, so what like nobody said, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes

Refrain

GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy now

Ring around the rosey, strike a little posey, they should be erecting you a statue up in Lafayette Square, When you get on Oprah, Iíll get you some rope, oh wonít it be a pretty picture seeing all you hanging up there

Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, youíre just so, you know I think youíd be better off dead, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes

Refrain

GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy GOO GOO GA GA youíre a big boy now

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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HANG ON

 

 Oh to be young, oh to have dreams, not yet begun or so it seems, when you think you just canít cope and you feel youíve lost your grip, like youíre hanging from a rope and your hand begins to slip.

Oh to believe what you donít know, sometimes relieves the pain that grows, when you think youíre all alone and that no one understands and you feel like getting stoned and the rock is in your hand.

Refrain

Itís never easy my friend, youíre bound to break if you donít learn to bend, and if you choose to pretend, lifeís to take itís not to end.

When yesterdayís are all you see, there grows a haze around what could be, when your vision tunnels to all the things you should have done and your worst dreamís coming true and you got no where to run and you think youíre all alone and that no one understands and you feel like getting stoned and the rock is in your hand and you think you just canít cope and you feel youíve lost your grip, like youíre hanging from a rope and your hand begins to slip, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Refrain

Itís never easy my friend, youíre bound to break if you donít learn to bend, and if you choose to pretend, lifeís to take itís not to end.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1997 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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 I DONíT KNOW (What dya think that means)

 

 I know a man who walked on water, I know a man who tripped on land, Iíve seen cattle led to slaughter, let me take you by the hand, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I donít know

I know a man as fat as Buddha, I know a man as thin as rails, I know a man who said he coulda, shoulda woulda never fails, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I donít know

Refrain

Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief

I know a man who prayed to Elvis, I know a man who swore to God, I know a man who went to hell with all them other silly sods, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I donít know

Refrain

Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief

I know man who walked on water, I know a man who tripped on land, Iíve seen Moses spread those waters, let me take you by the hand, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I donít know

Refrain

Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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I KNOW A GUY

 

 I know a guy, who knows a guy who said that I could be something,

He knows a man who said he can make anything out of nothing,

He said if I'd just meet the guy then I'd see why his heart's thumping,

I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy

You're just like a tree in the forest, you're like a bear in the woods,

you're like the Pope being Catholic and you know Catholics are good,

you're like the lips on the chicken that just crossed the street,

you're the one guy I've been dying to meet

I've got friends in real high places working for me now,

They say I'll be going places, but they don't say how

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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I WANNA BE IGNORANT

 

My whole world fit in three city blocks, time stood still, there was no need for clocks, mom was always in the kitchen, dad was hard at work or fixing something, I wish that I could go back there again.

Up and down and around weíd go, where weíd end up no one could know, days that used to last forever turned to years that never passed again, I wish that I could go back there again.

Refrain

I wanna go back again, when kids believed in superman and AIDS was just a diet plan oh life was so much simpler then.  I wanna be ignorant, I wanna love my government , I wanna know what Jesus meant when he said love your fellow man, I wanna be ignorant.

I know less than I did before, gone are days when I thought I knew the score, truth I used to take for granted turned to views so antiquated somehow, I wish that I could know the truth again.

Refrain

I wanna go back again when kids believed in superman and AIDS was just a diet plan oh life was so much simpler then, I wanna be ignorant, I wanna love my government, I wanna live in bliss again, I wanna know everything, I wanna be ignorant.

My whole world fit in three city blocks, time stood still

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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IíLL TAKE MY TIME

 

Maybe I should be the leader of some far off land, speak a language only I can understand, would I be that different from the way I am

What if I became a doctor and learned to take the pulse of every man who has the means but no results, Iíve got hours for thoughts like this and nothing else

Refrain

Well you take my time, itís bought and paid for, Iíll keep my mind, itís not for sale, Iíll do my time inside your prison Ďtil comes the day when I post bail

Maybe I should be the driver of some big gray truck, looking down on folks with no such luck, I could think of worse ways a man could make a buck

What if I became a lawyer and learned to speak the truth to every man who served the pudding without the proof, I had dreams like this when I had youth

Refrain

Well you take my time, itís bought and paid for, Iíll keep my mind, itís not for sale, Iíll do my time inside your prison Ďtil comes the day when I post bail

Maybe I should be the leader of some rocking band, singing songs that only I can understand, would I be that different from the way I am

Refrain

Well Iíll take my time, now you canít have it, Iíve drawn the line inside this cell, Iíll free my mind and all itsí habits and you my friend can go to hell

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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IíM CONTENT

 

Well Iím not too tired, or too uninspired, Iím not demented, you might resent it, Iím content.  Well Iím not too rich but youíll never hear me bitch, ainít got no Lincoln, Iíve just been thinking, Iím content

Refrain

Itís true Iím not in love, but babe Iím not above it and itís true that Iím not glad, but Iíll be damned if I feel sad, well I may get blue whenever I think of you, I might get lonely but still Iím only just content.

Now I may get bored and sometimes be ignored, I still donít drink much, I donít need that crutch, Iím content.  Well you may get sick but I have no bone to pick, why not admit it you just donĎt get it Iím content 

Refrain

Itís true Iím not in love, but babe Iím not above it and itís true that Iím not glad, but Iíll be damned if I feel sad, well I may get blue whenever I think of you, I might get lonely but still Iím only just content.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1994 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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IíM FINE

 

Everyday you go to work, hate your boss, heís such a jerk, and the jobís a real pain, staring in an empty cup, feeling down but looking up, if you could youíd go insane,

Refrain

There was a time when all the funny folks had farms, but lifeís so hectic nowadays close your eyes and flap your arms and your fine, and Iím fine, and weíre fine, finally.

Iíve no time to see a shrink, what I needís a good stiff drink, just enough to ease my mind, couple shots of therapy, makes my life all syrupy, it will your life too youíll find,

Refrain

If where youíre sitting all the ants look just like ants, donít waste time splitting hairs, you might not get second chance to be fine, and Iím fine, and youíre fine, finally.

How the hell did I get here, singing songs to pricks with ears, how did you get in my dream, itís not you Iím talking to, unless you think so then itís true, and if it is youíd better scream,

Refrain

There was a time when all the funny folks had farms, but lifeís so hectic nowadays, close your eyes and flap your arms and your fine, and Iím fine and were fine finally.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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ITíS CHRISTMAS TIME AGAIN

 

Itís Christmas time again, Iím thinking maybe Santa Claus will be my friend,

Been awfully good this year, I did my best to raise some hope and bring some cheer, Presents strewn about the tree, I hope thereís one for me, sometimes the trappings of the day, they just get in the way

Itís Christmas time again, I think I heard a child was born in Bethlehem, there came some wise men three, I donít recall them sitting around no pine cone tree,

Gold, Frankincense and Mir are lovely gifts Iím sure, but gifts can come at such a cost, when what you have gets lost

REFRAIN

I wish you Merry Christmas, and a grand New Year, Itís good to get what youíre hoping for, but best to keep whatís dear

Itís Christmas one and all, I think I just saw Jesus in the shopping mall, he sat on Santaís knee, I canít imagine what the Son of God could need, Good will and peace on earth, to celebrate his birth, donít let the trappings of the day, keep getting in the way.

REFRAIN

I wish you Merry Christmas and a grand New Year, itís good to get what youíre hoping for , but best to keep whatís dear, So have a Merry Christmas, and keep in mind this year, the gift to give is the life you live and in the love you share, Silent Night, Holy Night, Silent Night, Holy Night

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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IíVE SEEN YOU SOMEWHERE

 

Well, I know eyes can play tricks of all kinds on broken hearts, but sometimes, hearts find theyíve got a brand new start

ĎCause I know, Iíve seen you somewhere but I donít know where or when, but one day I may and weíll be that somewhere again

Hearts donít ask why, hearts sometimes lie, but one day youíll find when heart meets the mind that you got a brand new start

ĎCause I know, Iíve seen you somewhere but I donít know where or when, but one day I may and weíll be that somewhere again

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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JUST AS I THOUGHT

 

Thereís something wrong with the American dream, while the citizens slept, the lawyers they schemed, my criminal attorney said every thingís right, take anything, anything at any price, at any price, at any price

My friend the attorney was shocked when I learned he had sent his own mother to jail, when faced with decisions, he sidesteps collisions, the truth takes a back seat, integrity bails, integrity bails, integrity bails

Refrain

Ah justice is just what I thought, a commodity, just like the justice I sought was so odd to me, just like the justice they bought was so out of my reach, so out of my reach

Thereís  something wrong with the American way, when hard work is punished, and crime always pays, that sweet lady justice is thumbing her scales, her blindfoldís unraveled, her name is for sale, her name is for sale, her name is for sale

Refrain

Ah justice is just what I thought, a commodity, just like the justice I sought was so odd to me, just like the justice they bought was so out of my reach, so out of my reach

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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KING OF THE WORLD

 

If you could be the king of the world,

would you like to be the king of the world,

well who wants to be the king of the world not me

But if you were the king of the world,,

think of ail that you could bring to the world

or would you sit and cling to the world you see

'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings

If you could make a change in the world.

would you like to make a change in the world,

well who wants to make a change in the world not you

But wouldn't it be a strange little world

if you really could make a change in the world

and what if the change you made in the world was you

'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings

You are, I am, all hail our royai highness,

we all are kings, this world can not define us

If you could be the king of the world,

would you like to be the king of the world,

well who wants to be the king of the world not me

But If I was the king of the world,

I know what I would bring to the world,

!' simply sit and sing to the world, "be free."

'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings

You are, I am, all hail our royal highness,

we all are kings, this world cannot define us

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2005 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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 KINGíS NUDE

 

 How now big sow everybody kowtow here comes his highness King Foolallofyou, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, everybody look see his majesty has got a brand new suit, them clothes were custom made itís true, come closer get a better view

Oh boy, Oh boy, happy, happy, joy, joy, the jesterís gonna have himself a day, come one, come íround, donít nobody look down and certainly be careful what you say, them clothes appear to be see-through, oh my God look

Refrain

The king is nude, heís unclothed and protocol suggests his highness should be told, heís undressed, the manís bare, but no one here has got the guts to say theyíve seen the royal nuts and make the king look like a putz, would you, the kingís nude

Oh gee, oh gee, do you see what I see oh could it be the king is such a dope, hey, hey baby I think maybe someone ought to hand that man a rope, that guy just doesnít have a clue, oh my God look

Refrain

The king is nude, heís unclothed and protocol suggests his highness should be told, heís undressed, the manís bare, but no one here has got the guts to say theyíve seen the royal nuts and make the king look like a putz, would you, the kingís nude

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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LITTLE FAITH

 

Oh, yeah of little faith, I so believe in you,

Itís not the proof you seek, Itís just the truth, yeah the truth

You think you search in vain, Ďcause pain is all you find,

Well the truth has got to hurt for you to know itsí worth,

But that wonít ease your mind

You think the fools naÔve, believing all theyíre told,

That bill of goods theyíre sold has mass appeal, oh what a deal,

The world must be insane, Ďcause pain is all around,

Itís maddening whatís been done, all in the name of one,

Whoís nowhere to be found

Refrain

Donít preach to the preacher while heís tutoring the boys,

Donít sing to the choir if you canít stand the noise,

No faith in the atheist, the agnostics, they donít know,

Youíve searched most everywhere except in your soul

Oh, yeah of little faith, whatís to become of you,

Does not the truth you seek, reside in you,

The world must be insane, Ďcause pain is all around,

Itís maddening whatís been done, all in the name of one,

Whoís nowhere to be found

Refrain

Donít preach to the preacher while heís tutoring the boys,

Donít sing to the choir if you canít stand the noise,

No faith in the atheist, the agnostics, they wonít tell,

Youíll get to heaven once you go through hell

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2003 ASCAP

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LIVING TOO LONG

 

I remember my youth when you worked in a garden, now your bones are all brittle and your arteries are hardened, your bank accountís full and your mindís still intact, theyĎll take you from here donít you worry, relax

Your husbandís been buried a very long time, all your friends that remain are all feeble of mind, Iíll come everyday just to make sure youíre fine, donít worry about me dear, Iíll find the time

Refrain

When death is a blessing youíre living too long, thereís no use assessing whatí right or whatís wrong, so stop your complaining, weíve all heard that song, youíve been found guilty of living too long, youíve been found guilty of living too long

Well, youíve outlived three children, thatís part of your crime, I donít mean to be cruel but you must do the time, I told you, I promised Iíd see you this weekend, I told you, I promised Iíd speak to you then

Refrain

When death is a blessing youíre living too long, thereís no use assessing whatí right or whatís wrong, so stop your complaining, weíve all heard that song, youíve been found guilty of living too long, youíve been found guilty of living too long

If you came from the east youíd be some kind of hero but the longer youíre here youíre worth closer to zero, I promised, I told you, Iíd see you this weekend, I promised, I told you Iíd speak to you then, well I know what I said and I know itís not right but youíre practically dead and I still have a life 

Refrain

When death is a blessing youíre living too long, thereís no use assessing whatí right or whatís wrong, so stop your complaining, weíve all heard that song, youíve been found guilty of living too long, youíve been found guilty of living too long

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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LOUIE

 

I just met a girl named Louie, I admit at first she threw me, Iíve not often been a smart man, always leading from the heart man, then one day I spoke with Louie, I discovered she was truly something quite extraordinary, I was so amazed

I said Louieís such an odd name for such a pretty girl, please donít take that wrong I wouldnít change it for the world, but where did you come form and tell me how did you get here, when Iím with you dear I have no fear

Refrain

I had been waiting so long, I knew one day youíd come along, I had been waiting so long for you Louie

I just met a girl named Louie, I know sheís a wee bit screwy, thatís the reason that I love her, there is no one else above her, then one day I spoke with Louie, I discovered I was truly something quite extraordinary, she made me that way

I said Louieís such an odd name for such a pretty girl, please donít take that wrong I wouldnít change it for the world, but where did you come form and tell me how did you get here, when Iím with you dear I have no fear

Refrain

I had been waiting so long, I knew one day youíd come along, I had been waiting so long for you Louie

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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LOVE IS A CRAZY GAME

 

Physically i see that it is over, logically i knew it's all been said. But I remember when I was your lover and I just can't keep those memories from my head. Long ago we tied our hearts together. A love so strong we thought it'd never end. But here i am alone you're with another and this broken heart is on the mend again. Well love is a crazy game it seems the rules keep rearranging and in the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Yeah love is a crazy game, I can't keep up with all it's changes. In the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Now and then i get an urge to call you. Just to say hello and say I'm doing fine. But pride stops me from dialing your number and I guess that call will never make the line. Well love is a crazy game it seems the rules keep rearranging. And in the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Yeah love is a crazy game I can't keep up with all it's changes. In the end it's all the same, it seems you never win.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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LOVELY

 

Who knows why, some birds fly with both feet on the ground, theyíre always looking down, yet never fail to see the possibility that life beneath the trees is nothing less than lovely

Some they say, those who play with their backs to the wall, they have no room to fall and still they leave no trace of standing in one place, a fact you canít erase, a fact thatís simply lovely

Refrain

Knowing where you stand is lovely, wouldnít it be grand if one day everyone stood where they could be

Who knows why, some they cry without making a sound, their tears still hit the ground, but looking up they see, the possibility thereís life beyond the trees, a life thatís simply lovely

Refrain

Knowing where you stand is lovely, wouldnít it be grand if one day everyone stood where they could be

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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MOST TOWN

 

I was born in most town USA, today itís more a ghost town what with Main Street in decay, the factories have long since closed, the kids have moved away, and Band-Aids are the order of the day

The town of no illusions so itís said, well draw you own conclusions but itís heartís been left for dead, itís beating for what used to be and not what lies ahead, Ďcause history isnít learned here itís inbred

Refrain

Those good old mistakes, they will never get old as long as they have a new spin, when they built this city, they broke the mold and they used it again and again and again and again

They say that you canít go back home my friend, but some they left not knowing that their futureís where theyíve been, theyíre building bridges to the past and not what lies ahead, Ďcause history isnít learned here Ďtil itís bled

Refrain

Those good old mistakes, they will never get old as long as they have a new spin, when they built this city, they broke the mold and they used it again and again and again and again

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2002 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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MR. OBITUARY

 

Peter Piper passed away on Monday, I read it in the news on Sunday, finally Peter Piper gets his due, now theyíre calling him an institution, trying to get some absolution, giving him his first best last review, such accolades amaze me, just Ďcause he pushed up daisies, Iím not dying for you to write about me.

Peter Piper used to wail on weekends, playing like no other freak man, Peter Piper really hit the groove, gotta get him on a concrete pedestal, now that he is stone cold dead still, surely Mr. O will now approve, itís causing such a ruckus, just Ďcause he kicked the bucket, Iím not dying for you to write about me

Refrain

Itís no mystery to me why Mr. Obituary spends most his time Ďround cemeteries, waiting for his next big story, Iím not dying for you to write about me, Iím just fine with my own anonymity, donít waste your ink and paper, thereís lots more dead folks out there, Iím not dying for you to write about me

Peter Piper had a lovely funeral, so said Mr. Oís fine tribute, finally Peter Piperís found his niche, now heís playing six feet under, heís a tail of grace and wonder lying in an eight by four foot ditch, it all seems so auspicious, now that he sleeps with fishes, Iím not dying for you to write about me

Refrain

Itís no mystery to me why Mr. Obituary spends most his time Ďround cemeteries, waiting for his next big story, Iím not dying for you to write about me, Iím just fine with my own anonymity, donít waste your ink and paper, thereís lots more dead folks out there, Iím not dying for you to write about me

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2002 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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NICE BEING GOD

 

Must be nice being God, I guess you ought to know, you must take it in stride with a small sense of pride knowing you run the show,

Whose idea was the trees, thatís yours obviously, how the sun always sets every day in the west is just genius to me, Iíd just like to express how Iím really impressed and I just got to say must be nice being God, I guess, some days

.So you give and you take, and you take and you give, do you roll off your cloud, wrap yourself in shroud and decide who will live, Whatís with all the disease, and the suffering I see, if itís part of some plan that I donít understand please explain it to me, Iím just trying to make sense of your omnipotence and it brings me to say,

Refrain

 Must be nice being God, knowing your very worst day, that everything thatís happening is happening your way, must be nice being God, I guess, some days.  You alone are the holy one, you alone are Lord, tell the truth are we only here because sometimes youíre bored.

Must be nice playing God, thereís some people who do, they just crawl out of bed, slap a cross on their head then they think that theyíre you, Well they sit and they judge, you know theyíll never budge, every word they mistook from your little black book helps them cling to their grudge, theyíre just so self-obsessed, that you must get depressed, but I still got to say,

Refrain

 Must be nice being God, knowing your very worst day, that everything thatís happening is happening your way, must be nice being God, I guess, some days.  You alone are the holy one, you alone are Lord, tell the truth are we only here because sometimes youíre bored

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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NICE TO MEET YOU

 

Well itís very nice to meet you good-bye, well apparently our time has flown by, if I said I wasnít moved, Iíd be lying, well itís very nice to meet you good-bye

Well itís nice to think Iíll see you again, but at best Iíd say the chances are slim, if youíd like to, I think we could pretend, Iíll look backwards when I see you again

Memories are kind but blind to reality, new ones transform yesterday, living is fine, but who has the time for it while life keeps slipping away

Well itís very nice to meet you good-bye, and I hope that you have enjoyed the ride, if I didnít laugh you know Iíd be crying, well itís very nice to meet you good-bye

Memories are kind but blind to reality, new ones transform yesterday, living is fine, but who has the time for it while life keeps slipping away

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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NOT A LOVE SONG

 

This is not a love song, itís a song about love, love, love, people get it so wrong when the pushing comes top shove, shove, shove, oh itís nice to think weíre measured by the love we give to others, but a truer picture I can contemplate, see it could be youíre not equal to your love if you are what you hate.

Can I get an amen, everybody likes to pray, pray , pray, better get a brain man and start a listening to what you say, say, say, well it makes you feel above Ďem just to sit and judge your brethren, the juryís still out on you and I canít wait, see it could be youíre not equal to your love if you are what you hate.

Refrain

And you hate what you are, and by some tempt of fate youíre left walking this wire, well we all choose a path, and we hope that itís straight, but if youíre not what you love, then you are what you hate.

Love is such a game man, everybody want s to play, play, play, better learn the rules man, if you donít youíre going to pay, pay, pay, though itís nice to think weíre measure by the love we give to others, a truer picture I can contemplate, well it could be youíre not equal to your love if you are what you hate.

Refrain

And you hate what you are, and by some tempt of fate youíre left walking this wire, well we all choose a path, and we hope that itís straight, but if youíre not what you love, then you are what you hate.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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NOTHING

 

Nothingís like waking up with no place to go, Nothingís like going to bed with no one to owe, something always gets in the way, no one or nothing has something to say, so Iíll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothingís going to come my way.

Nothingís like staying in seeing whatís on TV, Nothingís like going out nowhere to be seen, but time keeps slipping away, no time for nothing when somethingís at play, so Iíll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothingís going to come my way.

Refrain

All I want is nothing, nothingís all I need, all I want is nothing, but nothingís not for free

Nothingís like singing songs that no one can sing, nothingís like flying a kite without no string, but time keeps slipping away, no time for nothing when somethingís at play, so Iíll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothingís going to come my way

Refrain

All I want is nothing, and nothingís not a lot, I wonít stop at nothing Ďtil nothingís what I got, Oh dear, Ďtil nothingís what I got 

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing 

 

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NOW

 

You burned your bras and showed your breasts, well I for one was real impressed.  Iíve always been a fan of ladydom.  You started off as some bad joke, youíve come a long way have a smoke, Iím wondering if you havenít gone too far. 

Well equal work for equal pay thatís only right thatís fair to say, Iím wondering if itís worth the price you pay.

Refrain

Now look what youíve done, now look what youíve got, you fought for the right to pick and choose youíre such a noble lot.  You planted a seed, it grew like a weed, you wanted the right to work with men, all you got was the need, now look what youíve done, now look what youíve got.

The best-laid plans of fish and worms, they go astray when sharks come in, Iím wondering what it is you lost to earn. 

A valiant war I realize, but now itís time to analyze exactly what it is youíre fighting for.

Refrain

Now look what youíve done, now look what youíve got, you fought for the right to pick and choose youíre such a noble lot.  You planted a seed, it grew like a weed, you wanted the right to work with men, all you got was the need, now look what youíve done, now look what youíve got.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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ODE TO EDDY

 

Well, whatís wrong with this picture here, where once stood a man sits a chair; the chair is now empty except for the tears that fall knowing you wonít appear.

Seems it was just yesterday, when youíd take my hand and weíd play, but that dayís a memory that hangs on the wall a time I can only recall.

Refrain

Pictures evoke immortality, death serves a dose of reality, life can not be what it used to be, knowing you wonít be here with me.

Weíll meet again so Iím told, and till then this picture Iíll hold, Iíll dream of the memories that will not unfold, I donít know when life got so old.

Refrain

Pictures evoke immortality, death serves a dose of reality, life can not be what it used to be, knowing you wonít be here with me

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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OLDER

 

When I was young I used to wander aimlessly, full speed in all directions simultaneously, I thought the road was paved in gold in front of me, a road it seems of pyrite dreams to foolish to repeat.

Now Iím older than Iíve ever been or thought Iíd be, Iíve got half my life behind me at least mathematically, and looking back I know the path in front of me will get me where Iím going, but not the way I think

Refrain

I donít mind lifeís uncertainties, Iíll embrace every curve, I know life is just a mystery, and thatís the only thing of which Iím sure

Well itís never as bad as it seems and just gets worse, it could be one manís blessing is another manís curse, the cupís half full, half empty man Iím dying of thirst, this road may take me nowhere but at least Iíll get there first

Refrain

I donít mind lifeís uncertainties, Iíll embrace every curve, I know life is just a mystery, and thatís the only thing of which Iím sure

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1999 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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ONLY FOR YOU

 

Iím not really here, see itís all been done with smokes and beers, things arenít now as they appear, Iím only here for you

 Iím lost in a crowd until I here your voice aloud, saying how Iíve made you proud, Iím only here for you

Refrain

Only for you, do I get up and put on this disguise, only for you, I wonít let up, I hope you realize, Iím here for you

I donít mind applause, Iíll stop and bow and as I pause, Iíll be thinking itís all because, Iím only here for you

Iím not really here, so disregard the jokes and tears, things arenít now as they appear, Iím only here for you

Refrain

Only for you, do I get up and put on this disguise, only for you, I wonít let up, I hope you realize, Iím here for you, Iím not really here

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1996 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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SHUT UP

 

Well, my name is Jerry or Dave I donít know, I lip synch at weddings to songs I donít know, When Iím in the shower Iím Pavarotti, while reaching for soap once I hit a high C.

Refrain

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.  Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative.  Theyíre searching for an alternate alternative.  And everybodyís listening for a brand new sound, if you want to  find it here you best get out of town.

Hey my name is Marky and Iím made of gold and everything I touch turns shiny Iím told.  If youíre joining this club you must pay your dues, for that thereís a back slap, your name in the news.

Refrain

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.  Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative.  Theyíre searching for an alternate alternative.  And everybodyís listening for a brand new sound, if you want to  find it here you best get out of town.

My nameís Dear Abby, Iíll give you a clue, if you read what I wrote then you read old news and I sound like Dylan, like that could be bad, if thatís all your hearing then man youíve been had.

Refrain

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.  Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative.  Theyíre searching for an alternate alternative.  And everybodyís listening for a brand new sound, if you want to  find it here you best get out of town.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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SMELL THE COFFEE

 

I donít recall my coffee being odorless, perhaps itís just my senses dulled with time, itís sad to think I didnít even notice it and sadder still to think I didnít mind, Iíve been heading for tomorrow for so long that I left today behind.

Iíve trampled through some gardens I thought colorless, a beaten path from which Iíd seldom stray, Iíve stepped on flowers I know I should not have missed, but the flowers seemed to bloom in black and gray, Iíve been dreaming about tomorrow for so long that I slept right through today.

Refrain

But oh tonight, Iím going to find the laughter, itís the absurd that Iím after to lighten each day, and then I might best deal with lifeís small disasters, itís going by so much faster than I care to say, so Iíll stay awake today.

Now the objects in the mirror are closer than they seem, and the road is more a way and less a place, Iím headed somewhere that I thought Iíd like to go but basically Iím lost without a trace, Iíll keep dreaming about tomorrow, thatís not wrong, but I wonít give up today.

Refrain

But oh tonight, Iím going to find the laughter, itís the absurd that Iím after to lighten each day, and then I might best deal with lifeís small disasters, itís going by so much faster than I care to say, so Iíll stay awake today.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1998 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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SOMETHING IN THE AIR

 

 There must be something in the air, there must be something that theyíre breathing, for what could make a soul not care and stop another heart believing.

 I see it happening all around, theyíre living separate lives together, theyíre unaware of whatís going down they just thought love would last forever.

 Refrain

Donít give up on love, donít you stop believing, donít you give up on love Ďcause itís the only thing in life worth fighting for, donít you give up on love.

 There must be something in the air, there must be something that theyíre breathing, for what could make a soul not care and stop another heart believing.

 What started off just like a dream, just like a dream began to shatter, theyíre taken all that they can give and given up on all that matters.

 Refrain

Donít give up on love, donít you stop believing, donít you give up on love Ďcause itís the only thing in life worth fighting for, donít you give up on love.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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SOMEWHERE IN MY YOUTH

 

What ever happened to you, you used to be like someone I thought that I knew, that was long ago, that was somewhere in my youth, whatever happened to her, it was love we were tight and so sure, but we were so young, so dumb and so immature, and every day seemed the same, the sun shined, it snowed or it rained, it was just the weather and the weather youíre not bound to change

Refrain

Oh but brother can you spare the change, sister would you care to change, oh mother do we dare to change at all

Whatever happened to me, am I not the man that I thought that I would see, is this how it was is it how it has to be, whatever happened to youth, I wanted nothing but I needed the proof, now I sit in bars with other liars sipping beers and flipping truths, now every day seems the same, the sun shines, it snows or it rains, itís just the weather and the weather youíre not bound to change

Refrain

Oh but brother can you spare the change, sister would you care to change, oh mother do we dare to change at all

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1996 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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SONG AND DANCE

 

Thatís real entertaining music, youíre a real enlightened muse, I read it in the papers, yeah I heard it on the news, youíre dissing Elvis Presley, youíre datting King Faruke, you know so much about everything that you make me want to puke, Iíd rather be an insect on some elevator wall than to hear you say the things you say when I say hold the call, hold the call

Thatís good old fashioned politics, thatís a good old fashioned poll, you want to teach morality but you had to sell your soul, youíre going to help the homeless, youíre going to give them socks, so they can keep them warm at night inside there cardboard box, youíre such a good American and you love to play baseball, but your apple pie has hit the fan, itís splattered on the wall, on the wall

Refrain

Stand up, sit down, shut up, talk, you make some pretty speeches but can you walk the walk, youíre going to save the country if youíre given half a chance, but all we ever get from you is another song and dance

Youíre a damned enlightened mutant, youíre a damned embarrassing mule, you want to teach morality but you will not pray in school, youíre going to help the homeless, youíre going to give them rocks, so they can squeeze some blood from them and sell it on the docks, youíre such a good American and you love to play baseball, but your apple pie has hit the fan, it splattered on the wall, on the wall

Refrain

Stand up, sit down, shut up, talk, you make some pretty speeches but can you walk the walk, youíre going to save the country if youíre given half a chance, but all we ever get from you is another song and dance

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1996 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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STICKS & STONES

 

They call him stupid but he's not that dumb. He's made mistakes but then we've all made some. You hear it long enough and you believe. Soon it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy. They say he's ugly he looks fine to me. There's nothing ugly in an eye that sees. You won't find beauty in a looking glass. I tell you brother this too shall pass. Well sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. Words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel. You're such a liar why should I believe, a single word you've ever said to me. You want the truth well babe I got the book, pull out your websters and take a look. Well sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel. You're such a baby all you do is cry. It's not your fault you stupid ugly liar. You hear it long enough and you believe. Soon it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy. Yeah sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. Words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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TAKE A GANDER

 

 You can lead a mule to water, but you cannot make him drink,

you can call an elephant a rose, but you will not change the stink,

you can make a monkey relevant and he'll take you to the brink,

if be paints a pretty picture, he can change the way you think,

prop it up and take a gander, words weigh less than i remember,

I remember everything I'm shown

If you talk to God you're praying, if he talks to you you're mad,

it's insane the game they're playing,

if you're playing then you've been had,

but when you pose for pictures, make sure you're looking glad,

when things come into focus.

we'll all look pretty sad prop it up and take a gander,

words weigh less than I remember,

I remember everything I'm shown

Oh the picture they paint makes you see things that ain't,

keep your eyes on the forest and smile,

'cause the truth that they taint could make Hitler a saint

and we'll all join the chorus, zeig heil, zeig heil, zeig heil

and don't lose your smile

and we'll ail goose step off the deep end,

oh the picture they paint could make Hitler a saint

and we'll all join the chorus, zeig heil

You can make a boy a soldier, you can send a man to

you can tell him who he's fighting and what he's dyin;

if you tell him that he's winning, then you best be keeping score

but when your oil hits canvas, the truth goes out the door.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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WE ARE BLESSED

 

 Time Is funny, sometimes it's not, it's nothing you see and all that you've got, we'll bow to it's passing and stand for it's test and when time, It comes for reckoning, I'll reckon, we are blessed. Life is funny, it's short and it's long, it's good not to weaken, but no one's that strong, we'll bow to it's passing and stand for it's test and when time, it comes for reckoning, I'll reckon, we are blessed

Life is a circle and time is a line, the one marches forward while the other unwinds, weíll bow to itís passing and stand for itís test and when time, it comes for reckoning, Iíll reckon, we are blessed.

 

 Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 2006 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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YOU DON'T KNOW ME

 

You say black is black, but I say black is white. You say day is day but I say not at night. you know everything, but I know wrong from right, in your mind but not your sight. You say where you've been when you know I've been here. You say we don't talk but I say you don't hear. If I spelled it out would that help make things clearer. Don't you think that I won't dare. Don't you owe me? Don't you control me? You just don't know me anymore. There's a memory I've hung upon the wall. There's a number nearby i refused to call. Sure I think of you but you don't think at all. Don't run back till you can crawl. Don't you owe me? Don't you control me? You just don't know me anymore.

 

Words and music by Tom Stahl

Copyright 1995 ASCAP

Samilou Publishing

 

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